Joyful Girl
Today I think I was the happiest I've been in years.
We went ice skating today. When I say we I mean, well, pretty much all my friends, and nearly all of my school as well. It was pretty much the best thing ever.
I used to go ice skating ever Friday when I was younger, from fourth grade all the way to eighth. I was pretty big skating freak, actually -- had my own skates, had all the little accessories, watched all the shows, and, yeah, I even did a few very little competitions -- and I was pretty good. I mean, I could do jumps and spins and spirals and lunges and things. Not too shabby, but not fantastic either. Anyways, somewhere in between middle school and high school I sort of got ... distracted, and just kinda stopped skating, cold turkey. I hadn't touched the ice since until today.
It was wonderful.
You know how they say you can never forget how to ride a bicycle? I think the same thing might be true for ice skating. I mean, yeah, I was shaky the first few steps, but it only took a minute for it to all come back. I missed gliding. I didn't even know how much I missed it until I got it back.
My fellow classmates were ever-so slightly less adaptable; I taught so many people the basics today. I don't think I've held so many hands since I was a toddler. It was fun though, to show off and be the center of attention, doing tricks for people, and to help, tightening laces and steadying shaky legged newbies.
I don't know why, but ever since I got back I've just been so happy. I think the phrase high on life might apply right now. I'm just so elated, along with this really strong compulsion to go do it again, right away.
We went ice skating today. When I say we I mean, well, pretty much all my friends, and nearly all of my school as well. It was pretty much the best thing ever.
I used to go ice skating ever Friday when I was younger, from fourth grade all the way to eighth. I was pretty big skating freak, actually -- had my own skates, had all the little accessories, watched all the shows, and, yeah, I even did a few very little competitions -- and I was pretty good. I mean, I could do jumps and spins and spirals and lunges and things. Not too shabby, but not fantastic either. Anyways, somewhere in between middle school and high school I sort of got ... distracted, and just kinda stopped skating, cold turkey. I hadn't touched the ice since until today.
It was wonderful.
You know how they say you can never forget how to ride a bicycle? I think the same thing might be true for ice skating. I mean, yeah, I was shaky the first few steps, but it only took a minute for it to all come back. I missed gliding. I didn't even know how much I missed it until I got it back.
My fellow classmates were ever-so slightly less adaptable; I taught so many people the basics today. I don't think I've held so many hands since I was a toddler. It was fun though, to show off and be the center of attention, doing tricks for people, and to help, tightening laces and steadying shaky legged newbies.
I don't know why, but ever since I got back I've just been so happy. I think the phrase high on life might apply right now. I'm just so elated, along with this really strong compulsion to go do it again, right away.